iPhone, jPhone, kPhone, lPhone, mPhone, who cares? I don’t. When I see people walking down the street, crossing a busy intersection or sitting at a professional sporting event on TV with their noses glued to one of these gadgets and totally oblivious to what’s going on around them, I believe we are seeing an addiction about on par with drugs. Call me old school, call me an old fogey, but don’t call me on your new glistening gold or silver iPhone. I’ll be busy making out all of my bills longhand, because I do not own a computer — but that’s a different story.